Florence walked to the man and offered her hand politely.
“It turned out we are all friends. Mister, I’m Phoebe’s bestie. You are also my cousin, then.”
Subconsciously, she didn’t want to call him Clarence, which sounded like a fake name.
Clarence reached out his hand gentlemanly, shaking hands with Florence.
However, he suddenly tightened his fingers and wrapped Florence’s hand in his palm completely, naturally pulled her closer to him.
He lowered his head slightly and said in a deep and ambiguous tone, “Whatever you like.”
His flirt made Florence’s heart hammer.
This man was...
With a blushed face, she shook his hand off, but she felt overjoyed as if a flow was blossoming in her chest.
She was quite certain that he was Ernest.
Although she didn’t know what happened to his face so it looked so different, Florence felt that her empty heart had been filled as he came to see her in such a method.
It turned out that he had never wanted to give up on her.
Noticing that his sister and Clarence were looking at each other so affectionately, Stanford felt so awkward and uncomfortable.
Although the purpose of holding a banquet tonight was to let Florence make more friends with other excellent men, and Stanford wished that she could have a crush on one of them, he had never expected that she would have a crush on a man so soon and seemed that she had fallen in love with him so deeply.
It was less than half an hour when they met. Stanford couldn’t believe that the man had almost won his sister’s heart already.
They didn’t know the man’s background and personality at all.
“The banquet is still going on. It’s not proper for us to stay here. Let’s go into the hall,” Stanford suggested.
As he spoke, he walked over to Florence, aiming to pull her.
However, when he reached his hand, a small hand was put in his palm.
Feeling the soft and tender skin, Stanford stiffed suddenly.
Phoebe stood in front of him and said with a bright smile, “Mr. Fraser, you’ve taken me from City N thousands of miles away from here. I’m so tired. Besides, I dressed up and put on delicate makeup purposely. You should invite me for a dance no matter what so that my effort won’t be in vain.”
Her words implied that Stanford had owed her a big favor.
Stanford’s mouth corners twitched. As a wise and decisive man, looking at the woman’s cunning smile, he couldn’t utter any word to retort her at all.
Florence inwardly praised Phoebe.
Since Phoebe could pull Stanford away for a dance, the chance that she could be with Clarence alone would occur.
She had a lot to talk to Clarence.
In secret, Phoebe blinked at Florence.
With a smile, she said, “Flory, my cousin is also good at dancing. You are not busy now. Why don’t you dance with my cousin as well?”
Dance? With him?
Florence looked at the man, feeling a bit nervous.
Clarence stared at Florence deeply.
He reached out his palm gracefully and said in a gentle tone, “I’m looking forward to it.”
Florence blushed slightly, feeling so sweet.
Steadily, she raised her hand and put it in his palm, “I’m not quite good at it. Please don’t mind.”
“I can teach you patiently.”
The man smiled. Naturally, he took Florence’s hand and walked into the banquet hall.
They looked matched when standing together as if they were lovers in love for a long time.
Stanford looked at them with a complicated feeling. He felt uncomfortable as if something was stolen from him.
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